I closed my eyes and visualized myself back when I was about 9 and mom and I were in the tub full of clear warm water soaking before she started washi...g me. She never used a washcloth, but instead she used her bare hands to wash me.I loved it when Mom cleaned my weenie. With her fingers around my stiffie, she would gently push my foreskin back exposing cock head. After she finished washing it, she would pull my foreskin back covering my cockhead. I remembered how I would laugh and squirm and. One of them rip your shirtand your bragets hand cuffs and put them on your boobsit hurt a lotyour nice tits are tied by handcuffsyou feel them esploding: one of them start to beat your tits with cosh...cuffs are hurting your titsyou feel the metal cutting your skinthey are laughing seeing you....one of them use 2r pairs of handcuffs and fixed youe legs to the vannow you are seated with opened legsboobs burningthe van stopsoutside you see that is night nowyou do not knwo how much time you have. He could see that Frances indeed did not know what to do, so he opened his arms to her, and she rushed into them, seeking consolation or reassurance or simply a loving cuddle; he was not sure which. He whispered to her, “Welcome to my world, Frances darling. I often have the same problem. I take a ‘time-out’ and wait until I calm down, then everything seems to settle into manageable proportions. Take a deep breath, breathe out slowly and let your mind become calm again.”She whispered back, “I. ...yes...do my arse!..I want you too. Do it. Do it. Back in the real world, Kevin, feeling the tightening in his balls, knew. He just knew. He knew, that soon, he had to have this same feeling, the feeling he was having now, as his cum filled his wife's cunt, with Anne. Anne Henderson. She was next. XxxEdward Henderson, Annes dad, had money. family money. The shop Anne worked in, was his own, as were the other four he had, which were sited in neighbouring towns. Anne worked, or rather managed,.